Spectral imprints of the past have plagued my senses. The music, visual aesthetics and cultural impressions that defined the time I grew up in have made their mark on me. At face value, there is little significance to these specters- which is why I ask myself time and again what makes nostalgia so important to me or to anyone else. With the abrupt loss of preciousness that came with both the great American trauma and the rapid globalization of consciousness taking form in the internet, my brain has created a shrine to the 8 innocent years that I lived in love with the world around me.

Elements of 1990’s pop culture, self-mummification practice and the ruins of 9/11 make the case in the sculptural centerpiece of the video collage. Through both the manipulation and preservation of found objects, mined audio and original poetry, a dialogue between the enthusiasm of my adolescence and the ennui of my adulthood is formed. This piece is an attempt, whether self-defeating or cathartic, to put to rest my personal echo chamber: a sanctuary and a grave.